The Undercurrent of My Days

Missing you has settled into my bones. What once was fierce has softened. Like a constant melody, your name, pouring through my mind- on repeat. Your memory, the undercurrent of my days.

We Are Fragile Things

Yes, our people have done the greatest things. They’ve explored the deepest trenches, Climbed the highest mountains, Even traveled to the moon and back. But we can be fragile things, Broken by folly and fault, Taken by tide and turbulence, Wrought by death and accident. And we can be mended, Healed by truth and trust, Bandaged by season and time, Recovered byContinue reading “We Are Fragile Things”